WoM- Yay! Reviews galore! You guys really make a gal feel loved! Here's the second chapter, enjoy!
Danny: (About asking Paulina to the dance) I can't, I get weak-kneed when I try to talk to cute girls.
Sam: (Angry) Oh, and you absolutely have no problem talking to me?
Danny: Uh, um..
Sam: Forget it! Go give your weak knees some exercise.
Sam
A minute passed. Five minutes. And the newcomer was still giving me that blank stare. To be honest, it was starting creep me out…
"Hey, you okay?" I asked my new roommate, "You look a little red…"
'What's with this guy?' I thought, eyeing him curiously as he finally got it together.
"Fine," He squeaked out. Then he cleared his throat in an almost self-conscious way before repeating the word, "Fine. Just a little head rush from the trip. Jetlag and all…" I flinched knowingly at that.
"Don't like planes, huh?" I said, finally understanding the reason behind his weird behavior. Tucker was the same way on an airplane, though he was fine whenever he went flying with me. Go figure, huh? I stood there a few minutes longer as I thought about this, until my new roommate realized he still hadn't given me his name.
"Uh, I'm Samuel." He introduced himself at last, offering me a hand to shake. "Samuel Manson. Sam, please."
"Nice to meet you." I said, taking the offered hand in a polite handshake. I was a little surprised at how soft and smooth the guy's hand's were. Almost like my sisters… "You like art?" I motioned to my open portfolio, which the guy had been looking through before I came into the room.
"Oh!" he said, understanding at last "Yeah, I came here to get into animation,"
"Really?"
'Awesome!' I cheered in my mind. My roommates in the past were almost always jocks. Big, mean, creepy jocks who made my life miserable. 'He's a little jumpy, but this Sam guy seems pretty cool. I think I could get used to him…'
"Cool! I'm taking more graphic arts myself." Then, remembering Vlad's 'adjustments' to my scheduled, I added, "Well, in addition to all those stupid business classes," that came out more bitter then I'd wanted it to, and Sam winced in sympathy because of it.
"Controlling father?" he guessed.
"Worst," I answered dryly. A little nervous about the subject matter, I decided to change topic before he asked any more about Vlad, "Anyways, is this your first year at CHS?"
"Yeah," my roomie answered, "I went to a different private high before."
"Really?" I asked, frowning a little as I thought about this, "I've been in the Casper district for forever…" Vlad had paid for us to go since Jazz and I were kids, a fruitless attempt to get mom to fall in love with him and impress us with his money.
It didn't work, though. The only thing I honestly liked about Casper was Tucker. And the fact that it got me away from Vlad. As I thought about my best friend, I looked at the clock, my insides freezing up when I swathe time. Cursing, I ran into my room to throw on an outfit.
"Uuh, Danny?" my roommate called as I searched for my clothes.
"Hang on, Sam," I responded, "I got five minutes to meet Tuck in the Lunch hall before he orders for me!" I shuddered at the thought alone. "You wanna come with? Tucker's not into art, but something tells me you'll like him." Tucker and Sam seemed like they could get really close really fast.
"Sure," Sam answered as I put my pants on and grabbed a shirt, heading for the door.
"Great," I said, buttoning the shirt hastily as I left, ignoring my still-damp hair. I shut my door behind me, not wanting Sam to see my arsenal, "We'd better hurry, though. When it comes to food, Tucker is merciless."
After grabbing my keys, I pulled my new roommate out the door and towards the stairs, wanting to cut as much time as possible.
"No time for the elevator?" Sam asked when he saw this.
"Too slow." I answered, "Besides, exercise is supposed to be good for you…"
"Speak for yourself…" Sam muttered. Lost in thought for a moment, Sam finally shook it off to ask me; "So what kind of guy is this Tucker, anyways?" I rolled my eyes at the question.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you…" I said in dry honesty. Tucker was the weirdest person I ever met, and that was saying something if you take into account the whole ghost thing.
"…Huh?"
I chuckled a little and gave Sam a smile, but didn't say anything else for the rest of our little trip. Far be it from me to deprive myself of the expression people got when meeting Tucker for the first time, especially when it was over a meal…
We beat Tuck to the cafeteria, and even managed to get some food and a seat before he showed.
…Well, I got food…
"No caviar?" Sam teased me. I made a face at the thought.
"Pass on the fish eggs," I said dryly. Then I smirked at Sam's salad. "No food?"
"Vegetarian, thank you very much," Sam responded. I blinked, a little surprised.
"Really? That explains why you're so small… no offence."
"None taken," Sam said as he began to eat. I laughed to myself, shaking my head as I suddenly got a better idea for exactly what kind of first meeting Sam and Tuck would have.
"You know, maybe I was wrong to think you and Tuck could get along well…" I said in amusement.
"Really?" Sam blinked. "Why?"
"Danny!" I grinned at Tucker as he made his way over to me, his usual lunch selection in tow. My grin widened when I saw the look on Sam's face. It was all I could do not to laugh hysterically at my new friend's expression.
"I see you're still alive and in one piece," Tucker grinned, as he sat down in the seat across from me and next to Sam, "So to speak, anyways. Who's this?"
"It wasn't that hard to take care of, Tuck, just Technus." I reminded my friend airily, frowning in irritation that he would make cracks about the halfa thing in public. I didn't mind the jokes when it was just the two of us, but when there was an audience… "This is Samuel, my new roommate. Sam, this is Tucker, my best friend since elementary school."
"Pleasure, my dear amigo!" Tucker said, shaking Sam's hand vigorously, "And if you ever have any problem with working the electronics in this joint, feel free to call on me. I'm willing to help no matter what! For a price, of course,"
"Of course," I snorted, grinning. Tucker would dance around naked on the roof for the right price, and he knew I knew it.
"What? A guy's gotta eat, you know!" Tucker said defensively. Then he fixed Sam with a pointed look. "Speaking of which, where the heck is your food? You planning on feeding your pet rabbit or something?"
"He's a vegetarian." I answered before Sam could tell him the same thing, delighting once again in the complete mortification that danced across my friend's face. I knew this was coming as soon as Sam said he was a vegetarian.
"No meat?" He wailed, "Man, how do you live?" I bit back a laugh. Tucker, I knew, couldn't survive a full day without eating another once-living animal at least once.
"A lot healthier then you do, that's for sure," Sam responded, shuttering after one more glance at his plate. I grinned as I watched my friends bicker, pretty much forgotten as soon as the more pressing matter of dietary habits came up.
"Hey, I need the energy," Tucker said defensively, "I was woken up at the most insane hour this morning to be drilled by my aunt. My cousin's friend ran away and now the entire upper-class society knows it. Or those closely connected with them, at any rate." Sam froze up for some weird reason, and I frowned, deciding to get back into the conversation.
"Really?" I asked. It wasn't normal for rich kids to run away… "Wow, when did she run off?"
"Last night, apparently."
"What's your cousin's name?" Sam asked abruptly.
"Tina Foley," Tucker responded, frowning in confusion, "Why?"
"Just curious." Sam said a little too quickly. I frowned a little. That was weird… ah, well, it wasn't like Sam could know anything about the missing girl, right?
"Anyways, between that and the fact that I spent all last night hanging from the bell tower, I didn't get any sleep." I choked back a laugh at the look Sam gave Tucker after that one.
"Why did you spend all night in the bell tower?" He asked, frowning. "How did you get in the bell tower?" I stiffened at that question, knowing that the kid probably knew about all that security in the Bell Tower
"No reason," I said at the same time as Tucker. I gave him an uneasy look. This Sam kid was sharper then he looked. I was going to have to be careful if I wanted my secret to survive another school year…
"So, Sam, where you from?" Tucker asked as he started to eat. I relaxed slightly, knowing that my friend was trying to change the topic to distract my new roommate. I turned my attention back to Sam just in time to see him shutter violently.
"New York," He answered Tucker. I couldn't help but grin at the newcomer's reaction to my best friend's eating habits. Giving into temptation, I leaned forward so Tuck wouldn't hear what I wanted to tell my new roomie.
"Yeah, it scares me, too," I admitted, motioning to Tucker who had just finished off a small herd of cattle, "and I'm not even a vegetarian." I made a face at Tucker, who was still oblivious to everything that wasn't on his plate, and Sam choked back a laugh.
"You gotta girl back in New York?" Tucker asked Sam. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
'Should've seen this one coming…' I thought dryly. When it came to girls, my best friend was obsessed to say the very least. Don't get me wrong, I like them, too, but Tuck was horrible. I honestly didn't know how Val put up with him some times…
"No," Sam answered, his face hardening slightly. Guess he didn't like the subject, either…
"Join the club." I joked dryly, "Tuck and I are single, too."
"Really?" Was it just me, or did Sam sound HAPPY about that?
"Yep." Tucker said sadly, "Well, technically Valerie is my sort-of girlfriend, But Danny doesn't even have that to fall back on. Course, he's have girls swarming all over him if he just told them he was the heir to-!" I felt my heart skip a beat as I realized what Tucker was about to say, and hastily kicked him under the table, "OW!" I glared at Tucker as he held the leg I'd kicked. Apparently, I'd gotten him harder then I'd meant to, but I honestly didn't feel all too sorry for my best friend at the moment.
"It's nothing." I growled when I saw Sam's curious look, "Right, Tuck?"
"Yeah…" Tucker said, shifting in his seat, "Nothing. Nothing at all… So, you like sports, Sam?"
"No," Sam answered bluntly.
"Good," Tucker nodded his approval. "Naturally, you will be accompanying me and Danny to the next football game."
"I said I didn't like sports." Sam said, sounding a little annoyed.
"Neither do we," Tucker said, "Well, I don't, and neither of us like football. Still, Casper High football games means that all the hot Wendy Girls are gonna be there. And that Danny's sister is gonna fuss over him again, which is always fun to watch," Tucker snickered and I rolled my eyes, biting back a groan at the thought of Jazz's constant hovering.
"You've got a sister in Wendy?" Sam asked, bemused.
"Yeah," I sighed. "And she thinks I'm gonna spontaneously combust every time I'm out of her sight for more then ten minutes." I gave Sam a slight glare when I caught his grin after I'd said that.
"You got any siblings?" Tucker asked.
"Naw," Sam said, "Just some cousins."
"Lucky," Tucker made a face, "I've got two older siblings, one younger one and about a gazillion cousins."
"Last I checked, Gazillion wasn't a number," Sam said, smirking.
'You obviously never met Tuck's family tree.' I thought dryly, ducking my head to hide an amused smirk.
The Foleys were a large, tight-knit family, really warm and friendly and just was a normal family should be like. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but there are definitely times I'd been frustrated because my parents spaced on some school thing in favor of an impromptu ghost hunting trip. Of course, things like that always meant more to Jazz then me, but I would've liked to do something normal every once in a while.
Getting back to the Foley's, though, any time Tucker's parents hosted a party at their place, I was always invited to join. I usually did, too, since my parents weren't big on Easter and Thanksgiving, and Christmas was always a tense time in the Fenton house, because of 'The Fight' as it was labeled by my best friend.
Of course, it'd been even more tense this past year, when it was just me and Jazz in the Master Estates.
"So, what are you taking here, Tucker?" Sam asked my best friend, bringing me out of my thoughts, "Danny already said you aren't into art,"
"Computers," Tucker answered, "I already know how to build them-"
"-Blindfolded and with one hand tied behind his back in under fifteen minutes-" I added, smirking slightly. 'And with a rabid obsessive ghost and his half ghost best friend holding an all out war pretty much in his living room,'
"-So now I'm basically working on designing new software and improving some of the old stuff,"
"Tuck's top of his Computer class," I said, knowing that Tucker, as proud as he was, wasn't going to brag about that on his own, "And he's taking business classes, too. He wants to make his own company when he gets out of college."
"Pays better then the superhero gig," Tucker countered with a grin.
"What?" Sam said, his tone skeptical
"Nothing!" I said loudly, glaring at my best friend. We hadn't even known the guy for a full day yet, and my secret was already hanging in his face. Tucker flinched guiltily, and I decided to talk to him later, and work on damage control right now.
The problem with that, though, was if I wanted to throw Sam off balance, I'd need something big. Something so bizarre, so out there, that everything else pales in comparison. Something like…
'Ooooh…'
"So anyways, Do you wanna meet Mr. Marchez, Sam?"
"Who's Mr. Marchez?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. I smirked and Tucker shuddered slightly, a grave look passing over his face.
"You're gonna be sorry you asked." He promised. I laughed at that, already knowing how a meeting between my roomie and my favorite art teacher would turn out.
This should be interesting…
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"Dan, M'boy!" Mr. Marchez said, grinning down at me playfully after his initial bear hug. "Here I was starting to think you forgot this old man, Dan!"
"Forget you?" I responded, laughing, "That's pretty much impossible for someone who's spent ten minutes with ya, teach!" I grinned widely at my wild, insane art teacher as he freed me from his choke hold, his own grin widening.
"Ah, but why be a forgettable person when we have potential to be remembered for all eternity?" my art teacher asked with a raised eyebrow, "When people will know you forever in some way, shape or form; that, my boy, is when you've truly accomplished something great!" I shook my head as Mr. Marchez made a hand gesture, grinning to myself at my teacher's antics.
Mr. Marchez had been like that as long as I'd known him, and it tended to scare a lot of people away. I didn't mind, though. Actually, it was kind of fun in how it was so bizarre, kind of like my dad, only much shrewder and a little more rough. Catching sight of my slack-jawed roommate, I remembered why I was visiting Mr. Marchez in the first place.
"Oh, Mr. Marchez? This is my new roomie, Sam Manson. He's gonna be in some of your classes this year. Sam, this is Mr. Marchez, the Art director. He teaches all the art classes." Mr. Marchez turned to look at Sam as I finished the introduction, his smile falling away, making him look scary and dangerous to someone who didn't know him that well.
"Oh?" He said, frowning in his cunning, searching way. I bit back a smile when I saw how nervous it was making Sam, "He does, does he? How old are you?"
"Fifteen." Sam answered, "Sixteen as of December 18th,"
"What's your favorite color?" I choked back a laugh at the sheer dumb confusion Sam broadcasted at that question.
"…Black, I guess…" Mr. Marchez snorted.
"Black ain't one color, kid, it's every color. Dunno why loner kids dress in black nowadays. It's ironic if ya think about it. Black can't exists on it's own, and can only be created if all the other colors, red, blue, yellow, green, yadda ya, all come together, all equal." I rolled my eyes after the art teacher finished his rant. That was Mr. Marchez for you, honest and insane… "Try again,"
"Well… I have always liked blue, too," Sam said, a little wary now. He was probably worried Mr. Marchez and I'd brought him here to kill him or something by now…
"You smoke?" I laughed silently to myself at the look on Sam's face at that question, enjoying how easy it was to read his emotions.
"No!" Sam said in agitation, clearly offended at the question. Mr. Marchez didn't care, though. He never cared who or what he offended when he vocalized his opinion, as his memorial meeting with Vlad showed all too clearly.
"Mind if I smoke?"
"Yeah," Sam frowned, glaring slightly.
"Which way d'ya mind?" Mr. Marchez pressed.
"What?"
"Do you want me to smoke or not?"
"I don't,"
"Good, I hate smoking. Bad for the lungs."
I tried my hardest to keep my laugher from being too obvious when Sam shot me a confused and somewhat wary look, but the situation was just too funny, considering how abrupt and random Mr. Marchez was.
"You like dragons?"
"What?"
"Dragons. Do you like 'em or not?"
"I guess…"
"What kind?" Sam frowned, obviously thinking hard about the question.
"The ones in Europe, I guess," He said hesitantly, "The big green or red ones,"
"Draco occidentalis magnus," Mr. Marchez said, "One of the biggest dragons out there. Come in black and gold, too."
'…Something tells me I don't want to know how he knows that.' I thought in dry amusement as Mr. Marchez grinned at Sam, clapping him on the shoulder.
"Welcome aboard, kiddo!"
"That was only nine questions, Mr. Marchez," I called out to him, adding all the questions up.
"Hmph! Head in the game, my boy!" The art teacher scoffed, "It was ten questions, Ten! Kiddo here never answered number one, Whether or not he really wanted in,"
"I do," Sam said, sounding slightly dazed.
"Course you do," Mr. Marchez snorted, looking at him like there was something wrong with his head, "That much was obvious point blank, Kiddo," Sam shot me another helpless look but I just shrugged, not knowing what that one was about in the slightest.
"Any reason you played twenty one questions with me?" Sam asked, relaxing. He obviously knew he'd passed Mr. Marchez's initiation, a major feat for all kids who were interested in Casper's art department.
"Ten questions," Mr. Marchez corrected, looking insulted.
"Mr. Marchez claims he can figure out everything important about a student just by asking them ten questions," I explained, feeling that I owed it to the poor kid after I'd dragged him down here like that, "Doesn't use the same questions all the time, either,"
"So far Dan's the only kid I haven't been able to completely figure out," Mr. Marchez boasted, ruffling my hair. He was the only person outside of my family I let do that. Sam looked a little skeptical about that, obviously not believing Mr. Marchez could do anything like that.
"What about me?" He asked in a challenging sort of way, confirming that thought.
"I've got you, alright," Mr. Marchez chuckled.
"Oh?" Sam sounded a little irritated now, and even more cynical.
"You're a proud kid, doesn't like to be wrong and usually isn't. You're responsible, take care of yourself and pretty much everyone else you get your hands on. You like things bizarre and love the eccentric, and you've got loads of motivation. You seem pretty passive, but you're really a fighter at heart especially when no one else is gonna stand up for a cause you believe in. Don't give a damn about rules if they stand in the way of doing what's right, or what you truly want. Still, good kid at heart, and bound to be one hell of an artist."
Sam gaped openly at that, reminding me of Jazz's friend Matt, when he received his first insult from a female courtesy of Mr. Marchez's equally blunt niece, Liz. I was practically crying with laugher, more from the irony then at Sam. Sam must've thought I was laughing at him, though, since he blushed slightly, giving Mr. Marchez a slight glare.
"What makes you so sure?" Mr. Marchez scoffed at the question.
"I may be over the hill, kid, but I ain't that old yet. Least not where it counts. I know people, and I especially know kids your age. Loads more people can do what I do, if they'd take their heads out of their own asses long enough to give a damn," Sam snorted in laugher, and I smiled slightly, glad that Mr. Marchez approved of my roommate for some reason. This one was pretty cool, so I wanted to keep him around a little longer. Still, one thing bugged me…
"Usually you list off more, Mr. Marchez," I said, giving the teacher a curious look.
"Don't wanna overstep any boundaries," Mr. Marchez shrugged. I blinked. Since when did Mr. Marchez care about something like that? "Well, gotta get ready for class tomorrow. You kids do, too, and don't tell me you already got everything, Dan, I know you too well."
"Actually, I do," I grinned, happy to catch Mr. Marchez wrong yet again. At his skeptical frown, I added, "My sister took care of it when I was busy," Mr. Marchez shook his head.
"One of these days, kid…" He said warningly. I laughed the warning away.
"We'll see," I grinned
"Gulliver's Travels, Mr. Fenton!" Sam and I jumped and turned to come face to face with Mr. Lancer's stern frown. My stomach dropped and I bit back a groan.
'Greeat…'
"This area is off limits, Mr. Fenton," Mr. Lancer said as he approached us, "I was hoping you would at least last the first week without stomping all over the rules." I bristled slightly, annoyed that the Headmaster was already bringing my record into things. What happened to fresh starts?
"Loosen up, Earl," Mr. Marchez said, "I invited him here. Sam, too." That declaration made the overweight educator turn his frown from me to my roommate.
"Yes, I've read your records, Mr. Manson," He said, "I hope you know that the fact that you are excused from your physical education credit will not give you any reason to slack in your academic classes."
'…Huh?' Sam had a physical problem? He might've mentioned that before I dragged him halfway across campus…
"Yes, sir," The new kid responded, sounding annoyed. I mentally cringed, deciding to get my new friend out of the trouble he'd undoubtedly get himself into if I didn't let him know exactly who he was talking to.
"C'mon, Sam, I'll show you where to get books," I said, yanking the kid away from the teachers. Sam started to say something, but a warning look from me shut him up.
"Kiddo!" Sam twisted around at Mr. Marchez's yell, and I stopped to wait for whatever last word my teacher had to get in. "You take care of him, alright? God knows someone needs ta give him a swift kick in the ass now and then,"
"Mr. Marchez!" Mr. Lancer said, agitated, "After fifteen years of teaching, I'd hope that you'd realize that is NOT the kind of language used at Casper!" Ignoring the Headmaster as usual, Mr. Marchez shot me a grin as Sam and I turned away to leave, and I grinned back just as broadly.
"What an asshole!" Sam said as soon as we got out of earshot. I had to laugh at the (Accurate) first impression the bald man left on my roomie.
"That was Mr. Lancer, the Headmaster," I told him, "He really plays everything by the rules,"
"So I gathered," Sam said in a droll tone, giving me a pointed look. I flushed, knowing he was talking about the troublemaking comment back there.
"Ah, I've been late to class a few times," I explained sheepishly, "And a few other things…"
"Other things?" Sam's eyebrow kicked up.
'sneaking out, vandalism, destruction of school property, pulling a fire alarm, blowing up about half the science lab…' That was only what I could remember off the top of my head. All of those were things I'd gotten in trouble for, and all of them somehow connected with other ghosts or my powers in some way, shape or form.
"Well, one time I was caught in the counseling office right after someone had vandalized it, and Lancer thought it was me," I said, deciding that was safe territory..
"Did you?" Sam asked.
"No!" I protested. Then I laughed nervously, forcing back a flinch at Sam's weird look, "Hey, you know what? Maybe we should go see Spook!" Man was I getting desperate! No one else saw Spook, and I mean no one. He wasn't even completely comfortable having Tucker around too close for long periods of time.
"Who's Spook? Another one of Casper High's infamous ghosts?" I jumped slightly at that, unable to hide my surprise.
"So, you've already heard about the ghosts thing?" I asked in a hopefully casual voice.
"Yeah." Sam roll my eyes. "Talk about superstitious nonsense…" I almost laughed. Wow, when was the last time I agreed with that statement?
"Five bucks says you change your mind before the end of the day." I told him confidently. Sam smirked.
"So little confidence in my will?" he teased, "Even Matt gave me longer then that!"
"Yeah well he didn't know you'd be my roommate…" I said in a dry tone. A lot of ghosts had made a habit of attacking my room whenever they were just plain bored now a days, and my roommates often suffered from it.
"Excuse me?" Sam asked giving me a weird look. I cringed slightly.
"Nothing," I responded. Before we could say anything else, the sharp chill of my Ghost Sence hit me hard, telling me a ghost was coming up fast.
"Danny? Are you okay?" Sam asked in concern. I thought fast, trying to come up with a reason to get away from my roomie before it hit me that he just gave me one.
"Actually, no," I said, trying to make myself look sick, "I'll be right back," And with that, I dived into the bathroom, hesitating for a moment to make sure Sam wasn't gonna follow me.
After I realized he wasn't gonna follow, I breathed a sigh of relief and stepped away from the door. That's when I heard an all-too familiar roar.
"WANT BALL!"
I flinched and groaned slightly, knowing that even as weak as it was, the dragon ghost was dangerous towards humans. Especially ones that didn't even believe in ghosts. Bracing myself for the change with my battle cry.
"Goin' Ghost!"
I didn't flinch as the usual two beams of light flashed and completed my transformation from Fenton to Phantom. Once the light disappeared, I flew out through the door, not even bothering to open it.
Apparently the dragon ghost had managed to corner Sam in the time it took me t change. I cringed slightly when I saw the hole in the wall behind my cowering roomie. A gut feeling told me Sam'd been standing there when the ghost had found him. That thought filled me with a grim determination, and I shot forward, punching the undead mythological creature away from my newest friend.
"Don't think so, Cranky!" I called to her, not looking forward to the fight that was going to take place. "No Ghost is killing students on my watch, pal!" The Dragon growled and crouched as if to attack again, and I flew forward to knock her back through a wall, following as she went through.
'Looks like I'm back on the usual job already…' I thought grimly as I caught one last fleeting glance at Sam's gaping face before turning back to the ghost in front of me.
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